Indecent offer
«Sit down, please, Ristori.»
Giovanni Ristori made haste to obey, sitting on the chair at the foot of elevated huge mahogany desk of Vigevano Podestà: invitations of regime ras1 were orders.
He belonged to Low People, 45 years old, married, with an eighteen years old son, who was completing the final year of high school “Liceo Cairoli”, now named to Luigi Berlusconi, father of the Annointed, the Voncio, as Blue Age enemies in Vigevano said.
Not to be confused with the Vunciòn2, as it was nicknamed, even amongst friends, the senator of the Blue One Party, elected for years in town, due to his jacket, always splashed with muds of any kind.
It was the V year of Blue Age and they didn’t speak about elections, postponed in the future, when would end the mission of peace in Iran of Berlüscand Army, that is, according to the enemies of the Blue Government, that whole world envied, at greek Kalends, that is indefinitely. Less learned, in Vigevano they said: the month of after, the day of never.
«We overran so much the level of glebe servitude, Ristori. Why?»
“Cursed swine, you know very well!” – Ristori thought with anger, but was forced to respond with humility, to keep open the possibility of a difficult negotiation – “A sudden health problem of my wife, Your Eminence. I had to open a special funding to be able to cure.”
Without euphemisms, the Ristori wife argued for a year an appendectomy, hoping the good fortune not to lose jobs, which ensured a modest but essential contribution to the family income. From the start of the war in Iran, the health tickets were gone extending and becoming worse. That for her intervention was worth just 2,532 €
In the long run, Ristoris had lost the bet with fate, the wife hospitalized for peritonitis, dismissed, the intervention ticket to pay, in addition that for more than ten days of hospitalization for complications.
«A moment of misfortune can happen, Ristori. But we’ll find a solution to get out with satisfaction, thanks to the great heart of our Beloved Leader, who doesn’t sleep the night to solve the problems of his lower brothers.»
Although Ristori understood Podestà alluded to subjects, he remembered Paolo Berlusconi, Silvio brother, with its well-known problems of horns and odd business, and he struggled to retain a bitter smile. Then, reflecting on the passage to affable tone of Podestà, he was cold and had less difficulty.
The condition of Low People had gone worse with the participation of berlüscaland to Iranian war. Officially it was described as “mission of peace with police duties.” The first contingent of 1,000 men was to control the region over the Tigris river in the east of Basra in Iraq, behind the frontline, which after three years languished to 120km from the border.The Berlüscaland participated in two years, and since then had dropped a leaden hood of censure, broken only by the official bulletins which did not believe anyone. From there arrived uncontrollable voices of fierce bombardments on the cities, but also the compaction of the Iranian people in a ferocious guerrilla which was blocking on the ground military operations. Also the same voices spoke about a bad guerrilla even in the back, as well as in Iraq and Afghanistan, with heavy casualties amongst the attackers troops.
After a second sending of 500 Berlüscaland soldiers, in lower tone, almost on the sly, nothing was discussed, including the cost of shipping. On the state budget, from the outset Blue Age, it was placed State Secrets, as well as comments on sanctions of European Union. Voices attributed to war the new health tickets and all other shares, dropped onto Low People, which was strictly prohibited to define taxes.
«I can be completely cancel debts, if your son will offer volunteer forthe Peace Operation in Iran.»Ristori for a long time was not able to speak off, overwhelmed by the demand. Then burst out:
«He is my only son, study yet, 18 years. D’you realize?»
The Podestà simulated to ignore the lack of title to which he was entitled. He continued in courteous tone.
«Have you fear perhaps for the life of you son? We are carrying out a mission of peace, including the approval of the Iranian population that greets us as liberators and reconstructors. He doesn’t run any danger.»
«Not what they say.» – said by instinct Ristori.
«Who says?» – took a harder tone Podestà – «They put lies around to create discontent. It’s high treason against the people both to spread them and hear without immediately denouncing responsibles.»
«I do not know anything lies, Your Excellency. I just heard anonymous voices that speak of a Vigevano boy killed in Basra, where he was for a rest round, and another who lost a leg on a landmine. It would be easy to refute or confirm. I don’t want to lose my only eighteen son!»
The Podestà stood up, almost disappearing behind the dominanting mahogany desk. He toured the wall and reappeared on the side to fall Ristori level. He laid his hand on the shoulder.
«It’s good you love your son. Our Beloved Leader has a special affection for joint families. You have His Word, and mine, that none of our brave young boys died or was permanently damaged in the mission of peace. Don’t you want to believe Loved Leader and me?» – Podestà had a strong ability to hear its case.
Denying was to give the liar Podestà and especially Loved Leader, the Anointed of the Lord, the Man of Providence that the whole world will envy, an Injured Majesty offense punishable up to twenty years of hard labor.
«Yes, Your Eminence.» – whispered Ristori, and why misunderstandings may be on the question in a negative way – «I trust your word and that of Our Beloved Leader.»
«All right, this way a loyal Berlüscalandian responds in Blue Age, which will bring happiness and progress as soon as we exited the international hurdles. And very quickly, now, note this well. The glorious armies of our American allies are winning against international terrorism. And who has been faithful in difficulty will be largely rewarded.»
It was the release of official bulletins and governmental carbon copies, reported by the press and television. The foreign press was banned and Internet censored. Only a few sites in absolute government control were available. Even attempting to access other addresses was registered with the user.
«But my son is taking maturity.» – tried a last resistance Ristori.
Podestà understood to have man in his fist. He beated still on the shoulder, then went up again to his throne behind the desk. He sat placing himself crosswise on the floor. He lit a cigarette, despite being banned in all indoors, in all official buildings, since the minister Minchia, even before Blue Age.
«Obviously, your heroic son will get his maturity with honors. He will take up to seven paid years of university to any faculty he wanted to join. your wife will have again her work, with an income increase in the backlog.»
Ristori realized that could be the opportunity of child life, even moving to the Upper Caste, not impossible but extremely difficult in berlüscaland. Still not died in Iran. The thought triggered a last reflex of resistance.
«But …»
«Oh, really!» – Podestà had taken a dried tone – «Please, stop doing stories like a damn saboteur of reg … Blue Age, Ristori. D’you prefer ten years of work in the sulfur Sicilian mines to discount the debt? With your unemployed wife and your son having to leave school to work, always if he’ll find a job. Come on, what prefer you?»
«I accept, we accept, Your Eminence.» – made haste Ristori.
«Ah, good! And excuse me if I was momentarily hard. Sometimes we must, just because we love you, you don’t understand your own interests. But it’s only for love, and most caring for you is Our Beloved Leader.»
After a bow to the enormous Anointed picture on bottom wall, Podestà went to fall back again to Ristori level, offering even smoke.
«Take, do well, friends are entitled to any privilege.»
Ristori, who had to stop to save – and last smoked cigarettes were only straw with little tobacco of bad quality – took a foreign brand veryrefined. Podestà lit him with an electronic lighter gold with a large emerald to do button.
«I need a last favor by a patriotic family, Ristori. You will have to run some commercials that we use to counter the infamous and false enemies of Blue Age. It will need to participate in some events, with your son in uniform. All for free, because they cannot say that you were paid by the so-called regime, as dare to lodge our enemies. When we leave the spots, your company will increase your income to reward patriotism.»
«Thank you, Your Eminence.»
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